Take the crow! She's miserable and will not survive, the other crows will kill her ...
With these words, my friend started talking three years ago. She and her husband are engaged in the rehabilitation and treatment of predatory birds. So Marusya came to us.
The crow was really miserable ... Lame, the beak is broken, the feathers are plucked, one wing is missing. When she moved sideways along the enclosure, the impression was that we had a wicked dwarf from a fairy tale.
But very soon I realized that the cause of all her misfortunes was only her own vile character. I would not be surprised if the other crows have beaten her quite rightly. She constantly terrorized other birds, tried to peck them or steal food.
Over time, she became calmer. She no longer bothers other birds so much.
